The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The ink on the letter was still wet, or perhaps it was the condensation from the cellar air rising to meet the paper, but to your eyes, Elias Thorne, it looked like a stain of fresh blood against the heavy, cream-colored stock. You stood in the study of Arthur Pendelton, a room that smelled of dust, decaying leather, and the faint, sweet rot of lilies left too long in a vase, and you held the...

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